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they want to get on my level in my hand a shovel they crumble as they stumble holdin they mouth as they mumble losin it as the fumble thoughts gettin jumbled makin these niggaz humbled beggin because you troubled comfortable inside ya bubble Lion's den the proud my pride built by my design my flow is unexpectantly police arresting me bitches pleasing me pleasantly caressing me true destiny a testimony blasphemy over power throw ya muscle tower drop n cower murderous Henry Bowers grave with no flowers stone sour death's hand at its hour untimely demise shutting these niggaz eyez devoured by flies lies n cries im a mercenary of tao fingers deadly like rao slicin like rei ready to play cause ya already dead explodin head not jaggy but jagged leavin em ragged im a Savage the true challenge a life of violence and silence a science of vileness